If anyone had told me six hours before now that I would be in a room with this aged fat man, all dressed looking like a first class ‘runs babe’, I would have argued with them. I stared around, looking almost confused.
It was a Friday and Dorcas, my roommate, had called me to inform me of a birthday party happening later in the day.
She called me from home, and although her plan when she was leaving school on Wednesday was to return to school on Sunday evening, she changed her mind and decided to come back to the hostel on Friday evening so she could attend the birthday bash of a popular rich man in Lagos.
Dorcas is a party girl.
Dorcas is a party girl.